Mike: *preening In Front Of Mirror* Wow I Need To Trim These Split Ends!

Eddie stole.

Not very often, but it would happen quickly. Sometimes even he didn’t notice. It started when he was little. His dad had started him in kindergarten, practicing shoplifting and such.

When he got a little older (around nine when he started learning to hot-wire cars) he would steal bigger things; notebooks from his classmates, confiscated toys for his friends, groceries. Afterwords he would always feel a knot of guilt in his stomach. He would repeat what his dad had always told him in his head as a mantra: “take advantage of the world before it takes advantage of you.”

In the next few years he developed a set of rules for himself: don’t take from someone who needs it, don’t take from individual people, only take things you need. He’d justify taking that candy bar when his stomach hurt from hunger by reasoning it was a large company who wouldn’t miss anything. He only stole to survive.

Then he moved in with Uncle Wayne. They didn’t have a lot, but Eddie wasn’t as hungry as he used to be. Wayne tried to gently guide him through high school, teaching him new values. One time Eddie had stolen a jar of peanut butter for their lunches. Wayne came home and asked where it had come from. Eddie didn’t know what to say, no one had ever asked him where the groceries came from. It had always been strictly don’t ask don’t tell. Eddie had felt so embarrassed and ashamed that he never tried it again. That night Wayne sat him down to tell him that they were fine, they’d always have food on the table and enough for treats every now and again.

Eddie fought hard to break the habit, but he did teach himself not to pick up things, even small objects like pens or coins. It was difficult.

By the time he was redoing senior year Eddie hadn’t stole anything in a long time, didn’t even think to. That is, until he and Steve sat in the camper after stocking up on weapons. Steve had gotten a pack of gum (nervous habit) and popped a piece in his mouth. When Steve looked away, Eddie watched the other man’s jaw work as he chewed and gum and reached over subtly to take a piece from the package, wanting to know what Harrington’s mouth tasted like right then.

Peter: The secret to life is to always use more spinach and less rice than you think you’ll need.

Micky: The second secret to life is that fresh air, warm sun, and a cup of tea will make your problems small enough to start handling.

Davy: The third secret to life is that violence sometimes really is the answer.

you didn't see shit. 🤫🏴🖤

do you love my beautiful girls?

IMPORTANT!!!

I’ve only seen like one person talk about this and it’s super important that this gets out there

Multiple punk symbols and sayings have been added to the FBI’s domestic terrorism guide

Things included are

The symbol for anarchy

ACAB and 1312

The three arrows pointing down in a circle

Eat the rich

Those are a few but it also mentions anything anti-fascist and anti capitalist

So if you live in the US please be careful

FBI

Domestic Terrorism Symbols Guide Part 01

Domestic Terrorism Symbols Guide Part 01

I like this scene.

Green Day solicit donations for HIV/AIDS organization, 1994

Times: Which of the Monkees are you closest to?

Tork: It’s different with each. Micky’s the best pal, but my heart connection is biggest with Davy. Davy is capable of as much heart as anyone I’ve ever met. I kind of had a crush on Davy for a while.

I’ve often said I loved, liked, and respected each of the other three Monkees in different proportions. What I don’t often say is that I loved David the most. - Peter Tork

I just saw an ad for an AI generated NSFW video of Dorah the fucking explorer. I just… I don’t think… I don’t know how to… why? Just why?

Some of the most beautiful music ever made. What’d I’d give to be him. Or just know him.

I think this version of magnolia simms & tapioca tundra could fix me. How could it fix me? Who’s to say……..